Celina Jedynak
Ravenclaw
Seventh year
Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Post by Celina Jedynak on Oct 10, 2007 8:32:22 GMT -5
Alfonz was in trouble and Celina could tell just by the tone of the former Professor's tone. She clung tightly to him, not wanting to leave his side. Feeling her face lifting she met up with her brother's eyes, tears still welled in hers but her crying had stopped when she began to hold her breath. She was frightened...no, it was more than that. Terrified of losing Alfonz right there. Horrified at the idea that she had just done something majorly incorrect and had risked both of their lives to do it.
Celina, I said leave.
It seems that I have been graced to personally meet your motivation. Blood is strong a tie as water is durable Mr. Jedynak of this I both know and respect. However trust is as fragile as glass and you are dangerously close to losing mine. I suggest your answers from here on be more than satisfactory to my questions.
Both of the men's words were cold and to the point, but as Alfonz said to leave, Shaw's caught her ear and without meaning anything by it, Celina's face turned a scarlet red. Graced to personally meet his motivation? Celina knew Alfonz was there to protect her, but hadn't Shaw known? Celina still a bit frozen, but now more in thought than in fear, but then she moved. Her brother's gesture told her that if anything happened, right there she would not be protected by even him and by leaving she stood a chance. Her face forward, she passed Shaw only taking one brief glance at him before she did so, noticing that he was only about her height, and yet was still as terrifying as any man she had ever met.
She looked away and continued walking, not hearing anymore of the men's conversations and just hoping that in the end, Alfonz would protect her as he always had.
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Robert Shaw
Wizard
Criminal
I was a child once, the fear of the world in my eye
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Post by Robert Shaw on Oct 13, 2007 20:42:44 GMT -5
The Ravenclaw didn't immediately leave, but rather chose to cling like a fly on the wall and while Robert didn't give a pair of galleons what the girl overheard at this point, it seemed that Alfonz would rather spare himself further distraction. A most wise choice to make, but it mattered not. Nothing mattered when it was not the girl that held Robert's current attention. As the girl disappeared, this time for good he opened his ears not only to fully comprehend Jednyak's reply but to hear the sounds in neighboring rooms. The last thing he needed now was someone outside of himself and the girl, Celina, seeing his face.
"She knew who to go to, because I signaled it to her that I was here. The first night, when I caused a bit more of a scene than I meant to, I handed off a ribbon to her. One in which represented a tie between the two of us that is never broken. Quaint, I know, but sufficient."
Robert's eyes narrowed further (if such was possible) at his words. So he'd been lied to again? A mistake, that was what the man had called it, if Robert recalled correctly. A mistake, yes it was that, but not in the context that Robert had understood him to project, it had not simply been overreaction or anything close to being caught in the moment. He had planned this, planned to undermine him, planned to disobey. Jednyak was a rational man, but as long as the young lass was within the same country as him he was nothing more than a king's jester. A fool with nothing better to do than fawn and dote over matters that should remain beyond his concern...
"She came to me tonight with a message that she knew someone who was going to escape, and in turn dragging her into escaping with them. She came to me to help her with the certain circumstance. When out in the open, who knows what trouble that girl could cause, and Celina understood that it was not only dangerous but foolish. A girl by the name of Felicity Hjort....so it seems..."
And yet, from this fool's demeanor he had gained more for the cause than any of the others so in this endeavor and it was for this that he was for the moment, entitled to safety. The girl's name remained foreign to his mind, but this did not surprise him as there were many faced he'd seen over days past that rang not even the slightest of chimes to his head. Students came and students went, but no matter who came and left they were still children, teenagers, the future.
"I'm afraid that the name does not sound familiar. However this girl, this Felicity, is going to flee?" There was a pause as the man pondered his options. "I cannot punish one without punishing the other. Blood ties or none, I will not label an unknowing ally as such, not while her company seems solely opposed to us or still sodding their knickers in fear. The pure are are rebuilding their once severed ties." There was a long pause of silence with an air that called for nothing less than mortal sacrifice...
"Such is how it should be."
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Oct 13, 2007 21:12:17 GMT -5
Shaw’s eyes differed from the man that had just been standing in front of the older Jedynak, but Alfonz could only sense that with every word that had come out of his mouth, it had only made to infuriate the leader of the Deva more. Alfonz fidgeted in the spot he stood, not knowing whether to be amused or scared out of his wits. Shaw hadn’t said anything, not until Celina left, and only after Alfonz had stated everything he had asked for. And what he said, frankly pissed Alfonz off.
The storms of Alfonz’s eyes brewed in his dark eyes, and he gave Shaw a look of anger mixed with disbelief. A nervous pang stabbed within Alfonz’s stomach knowing the look he was giving as he tried yet again not to remember memories that haunted his past. “Punished, sir?” He questioned blatantly. “Celina has done nothing wrong. If anything, she’s helped us,” he had to protect her at all cost. Of course, ending up dead wouldn’t help either of them, so he backed off a bit.
He composed himself, and stood up straight. “I mean…how?” Alfonz hesitated, not wanting to know how Shaw even punished those he thought needed to be. It was one side of this man that he had not seen, nor ever dreamed of doing as such. He was just telling his sister, after all how merciful Shaw was…obviously, all of his talk about purity was a load of bull. But Alfonz bit his tongue. Robert Shaw had the power in this situation, and Alfonz had to remember this if he was to protect Celina.
“Though, I do have one final question…” Alfonz sneered, still trying his hardest not to snap at the shorter man. “How do you figure anyone is choosing a side? Nothing has happened yet for them to choose…we haven’t done anything yet.” Alfonz didn’t know where Shaw was getting what little information he had on anyone that was choosing a side. If anything, the children were just sick of them being there. This man obviously had no clue, and no idea of how to show the students what they were, and who those were who were against them. More talk than walk. That’s what Robert Shaw was. Alfonz should have figured as much. Out loud, Alfonz scoffed, and crossed his arms though the nervous pangs still stabbed like pins in his stomach.
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Robert Shaw
Wizard
Criminal
I was a child once, the fear of the world in my eye
Posts: 1,033
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Post by Robert Shaw on Oct 14, 2007 8:18:47 GMT -5
Jednyak's blatant questioning of his own obvious logic allowed Robert to finally see just how much of a corruption his sister was playing to his normally rational mind. Surely the man could see the danger, the disadvantage of allowing their only true pair of eyes inside Hogwarts to become exposed? Celina Jednyak was now an unknowing participant of a much larger battle, and she was now at such a level solely because of her own trust and concern. There was nothing Robert could do to change that now, all he could do was the best he could to reinforce this new and open front.
"She has done nothing wrong, except been a confidant and a friend. If something is not done to the both of them, the Hjort girl shall know she was betrayed as opposed to overheard and the consequences of that shall only do more damage beyond the damage she mentally inflicts to herself. Celina is now involved sir, and I'm afraid that no amount of your protection can now change such."
He did indeed regret having to follow such an action; all anger would be façade. As they were after all mere children, nothing more than mere prisoners in one sense and yet refugees in another. No matter their classification, both were destined to attempt to escape, and by unwritten societal law, both were to be punished for such actions. To not do so implied weakness, toleration, sympathy, which while they normally deserved such treatment it was something he simply could not be allowed to show if they were to fully understand, fully believe to whom time had relinquished it's leadership to.
"Though, I do have one final question…how do you figure anyone is choosing a side? Nothing has happened yet for them to choose…we haven’t done anything yet."
And once again the answers were so simple that he was blinded from their sight. Alfonz Jednyak was a man who thrived for the complex, while the simplicities of things continuously evaded him. It was for this reason that Robert believed he would amount to nothing more than a leftennant in his ability to lead, and for this reason that if it came to such, he was also easily expendable.
"They choose by what they sense, and what their declining faith allows them to sense. They do not hear the sounds of battle, or see the Ministry standing proudly victorious. They cannot smell the outside air or touch their parents hands. For them there is no momentary comfort, no victory to celebrate and no action being taken to provide them with one. To them, we are winning, no matter what it may feel like to us."
Yes it was a condescending remark, and an admittance of doubt in their capabilities to last against Corrion's silent siege of the castle but it was still the truth. While Corrion was stalling them to eventual negotiation due to boredom, he was losing the hearts and minds of the children he sought to shelter beneath his wings. In the end it wouldn't matter how much he had won, wouldn't matter whether he himself or any number of the others were captured, Corrion would still lose something of value when the day was done and the sun was set to rise upon a normal Hogwarts routine once again. And it was such a loss, such a seed of defeat that Robert wanted to instill upon society...
for it was always far easier to build a fire than it is to keep it lit...
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Oct 14, 2007 8:54:59 GMT -5
Alfonz looked at Shaw, the look of disbelief still covered his face as the silent hall was deafening to his ears. The words Shaw spoke only further irritated the older Jedynak for it was exactly the betrayal that Alfonz sought to have known by Hjort about Celina that he wished for. The fact was that Celina would be punished enough by just knowing she had accidentally gotten her friend turned in. She would punish herself, and even though Alfonz knew he couldn’t appease that mental anguish she would surely feel, he had put in place someone who would. Another disobedient action the older Jedynak had done to ensure that Celina would be safe and away from the people she claimed to be her friends. After this, they’d turn their backs on her for sure, and Alfonz wanted it. So badly, did he want it, that the idea fluttered around in his head and such did the realization.
Celina’s punishment? She would eat herself from the insides, but Alfonz had to suggest or do something that would make it so she suffered less than any other. She would come out of it stronger, more worthy than ever, so Alfonz hoped. “But can’t you see, sir? Just the fact that she’s turning her friend in is her punishment. She’s a very docile creature, not set out on hurting a single person…” Alfonz trailed off not trying to growl as he said such things. He had always hated how her attention could be easily distracted from himself. How could Celina think that anyone was worth having in her life, rather than him? Especially when those she choose to have in her life were useless and degrading to her. The very thought of it sickened him how they were using her to get ahead. And now, even while he was standing there, this Hjort girl was about to get Celina in over her head.
Alfonz continued. “…she would punish herself to no ends for having accidentally turned her friend in. I don’t see any other, more effective punishment than that. She has brains and knows how to think…she’ll drown within her own guilty thoughts….” Yes, Alfonz twitched as he forced out what he was saying. His heart wrenched in pain as he felt as though he were giving up his sister to the wolves, but he saw no other way. If he didn’t find an alternative for her punishment, the Shaw would take it at his liberty to do with her, what he pleased and Alfonz would not allow Celina to be used in that fashion. Her pain would be great, and Alfonz would indirectly be the cause. Alfonz broke his stare at Shaw and looked to the ground, trying his best to keep his anger and grief welled within himself. Repeatedly in his mind he told himself, emotionless, you must remain emotionless.
Alfonz was aware now that he was losing. He was feeling, and showing it. Not to mention, Shaw’s words of not being able to protect her were truer than ever. Celina was such a foolish girl. How did she ever expect to be truly saved if she continued to act so rashly. It was almost all over. Complete. And Alfonz continued to listen to Shaw finish his statements, the Deva were winning. It was all a mental game that Alfonz, even with his common sense that he had, couldn’t quite grasp fully. But it made sense spoken out. And he turned to look back at Shaw and grimaced a little. “And yet, even if all of what you say is true…they still find hope enough to think of irrational ways to escape. There hasn’t been anything that makes them choose. And once everything does fall back into place, what’s not to say that they won’t try and forget that they were stuck? How do you plan on burning into their minds what we were here to do?” Alfonz asked him softly almost not wanting to know the answer.
Something was coming. It had to be. Otherwise, how would any of the students even remember what had gone on in the past few days. It would blow over if they were just to leave or gotten rid of finally. Shouldn’t there have been something to stick into their minds that the Deva meant what they said, and would fight for it until the very end, no matter what the cost? It was only at that thought that Alfonz’s heart beat a bit faster. What was the cost of fighting for purity, when one wasn’t sure what was pure anymore?
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